It Wasn’t a Mistake After All

Halloween rocks

Halloween rocks

I finally understand why I chose the field that I did for university, some three decades later.

My first degree was in geophysics, which is a very mental discipline.  Astrology analysis actually shows that I have no Air, or mental inclination.  I have loads of Water, a good dose of Earth and some Fire, which translates to a very feely, touchy and excitable character, who does not think much.  I could not believe this when I first saw it, neither could my long time friends and family.  I was known to think about everything.  But on further thought(!), astrology was completely correct:  while I appeared to be thinking, I was in fact intuiting!

In second year university, my eyes glazed over when we had to name rocks by analyzing their mineral compositions.  I adored the whole, but could not care less about the separated components.  By third year, mathematical equations became way too complicated for me to intuit their meanings.  It felt like a struggle, a disconnection.  Once the last final exam was over, I jetted home immediately to start my new job for the income.  I never felt the urge for a big celebration.  To my amazement, I found my name among the top eight in my graduating class, which had about a hundred students.  I graduated with the title of “Honors with High Distinction”.  While my intuition did not tell me the facts, it told me the truth:  geophysics was not meant for me, despite the pleasant surprise.  I was not at one with my work.  Eight years after graduation, I quit the petroleum industry and moved in a completely different direction.

Until three weeks ago, I held the theory that the only reason I went into geophysics was to meet my husband.  As opposed to me, he is an extremely mental person, and geophysics suits him to a “T”.  Through him I was afforded all my future opportunities to step toward my real passion.  I started my own company in real estate development and construction.  Within it I moved into design and decoration for my clients, as I increasingly embraced creativity and beauty.  Now I am still further along, standing at the door to serving my life mission.  Intuitive coaching is a far cry from geophysics.  As I meet people in my third career, a part of me wished that I have a degree in psychology instead, and that I started training in metaphysics forty years ago.  My 12 years in geophysics merely felt like training in discipline and tenacity.  The theory about my husband still holds true, but I am beginning to gain a new perspective…

witch's brooms

witch's brooms

We have driven along highway I-15 many times before, as it is the most direct route out of Calgary, Alberta, south to Las Vegas and beyond.  But during this trip last month, we took our time, played tourists and stopped at every spot we felt drawn to.  Boy, did we discover gems!  The cowboy movie-like setting of Lewis and Clark Country along the Missouri River sparked our inner child imagination.  The six building mining ‘town’ of Spencer, Idaho, home to some of the world’s most brilliant and unique opals, not only appealed to my inner geologist, but also to my glamorous woman.  The extensive lava flow along southern Idaho, reminiscent of the Big Island of Hawaii, gave me alternating visions of dinosaurs and Polynesian dancers.  Antelope Island in the middle of the Great Salt Lake, Utah, transported us to a surreal planet of stark beauty.  Scattered outcrops of intense red, orange and pink sandstone, from St George, Utah down through Lake Mead, Nevada, made us take more pictures than a photographer would of a supermodel.

It has been a while since I experienced this sense of enthusiasm oozing out of my pores.  Mother Nature’s aesthetics resonated deep inside of me.  My heart palpitated with gratitude to be alive at this time, to be so rich that such incredible variation of natural wonders are casually within our reach… and that I have enough intricate knowledge to understand and enjoy them.  It was my strong connection to Mother Nature that prompted me to go hiking in the mountains as a teenager, despite my family’s and culture’s inclination otherwise.  I chose geophysics to explore and learn more about the mystery of nature, for the love of Mother Earth, rather than for the exploitation of her.

I walked through the various visitor centers and opal shop glad to have been an Earth Scientist.  If I had a psychology degree instead, I would be wishing to study geology today.  If I have ten chances to live my life over, I would choose ten different life paths – and perhaps my Soul does have copies of me out there somewhere, living exactly these alternate experiences right now!  My little brain will never fully see the big picture.  There is no mistake.  Everything happens for the “right” reason, according to my greater being.  All is in order.  It was what it was, it is what it is.  And so it is, and so be it.  Thank you Life, I love you!

Where Am I?

blast from the past

Contentedly yours,



The Magic of Las Vegas

After two and a half weeks of vacation, I am returning to “normal” a lot slower than usual.  I meditated as often as I could during the trip, but still felt rather ungrounded and taken off base.  The last week of our trip was spent in Las Vegas, and it was there the bulk of the ungrounding occurred.

Las Vegas is a phenomenon, a curiosity.  Most people have a love-hate relationship with that city.  It went through its days of uncomplimentary reputation, but it also holds a lot of magic and perhaps tips we can all learn from.

Just to make sure you understand that I am not referring to gambling, I will reveal here my immense knowledge on the subject.  Many moons ago, my husband and I went there to celebrate New Year.  On that New Year’s Day, we had our buffet breakfast at a casino, and I noticed more coin-dropping sounds than usual.  I suggested to my husband that we try our luck too.  Begrudgingly, he agreed to $1 of quarters, and off we went to a slot machine.  After just two quarters, we won $2!  That’s 400% return!!  Wow, Lady Luck was definitely on our side!  But before the coins would drop, it gave some options in crypt.  My husband guessed it had to do with folding the money back in etcetera.  I had no clue on such matters, so I deferred to him.  He opted to take the money and run.  Big gambler he is.  Ok fine.  So we proudly clutched onto our $1.50 profit and headed out.  Next I had to go buy stamps to mail a few postcards (tells you how long ago that was), and found a stamp machine in the casino lobby.  As I recall, we deposited $2.25, and out popped a booklet of stamps, worth only about $1.50.  So in the 15 minutes, we were out of pocket a total of $.75, and held in our hands a few little squares of paper called US postage stamps, completely worthless to us in the future because we are Canadians.  This has since become the running joke in my family about our vast gambling experience in Las Vegas:  “We made money at a slot machine, and lost it all to a stamp machine.”

And still we would return, but never to gamble again.

As we drove in to the bowl that holds sin city, scattered thunderstorms overhead gave us the omen.  Despite the gray, I felt a growing sense of excitement.  It was not just relief of arrival after a long day’s drive.  It was more like a whirlwind of energy luring us in.  We stayed off Strip, which was like a barren concrete desert.  On Strip though, the energy was mesmerizing, especially at night.  I loved the stage set glamour everywhere:  New York, Paris, Venice, Rome, Egypt, volcano, pirate harbor, evening sky in the day, day sky in the evening, … you name it.  Tantalizing restaurants, opulent art decoration, overwhelming shows, glitzy shops.  Never a dull moment.  I decided I could use a new travel handbag, and I was in the right place.  There are probably more handbags available in that one square mile of desert than anywhere else on Earth — at least in choice, although I never found my perfect bag at my perfect price.  I bought one anyway, but like the entire Vegas experience, it was a sense of incomplete satisfaction.

And that is exactly the Vegas magic.  It sucks you in, dazzles you with grandeur, pumps you up with adrenalin, teases you to open your wallet, and leaves you feeling short on time and resources so you have to return.  But isn’t that what marketing is all about?  Brilliantly done, Vegas!  The whole week in the city and vicinity, we did not encounter a single worker who held a grumpy attitude, despite circumstances.  That was unique, and made for an awesome vacation.  Thank you Vegas!  I loved it!

Las Vegas is a complete showdown of man against nature.  How sustainable is this phenomenon?  Only time will tell.  The economic downturn has clearly rocked it, though the streets are still wall to wall with people.  Over the decades we have seen buffet prices in the low teens skyrocketed to well above $50 for a dinner, now back down to sub $20.  Even the Bellagio fountain show seems shorter than before.  The water level in Lake Mead reservoir has fallen substantially – in my opinion uncomfortably, as this desert city vortex continues to draw people in, visitors and residents alike.  There are talks of Vegas eyeing the water from Utah’s Snake River Valley, which is the vortex effect yet again, sucking in resources from farther and farther afield to keep its blossom.  Definitely a monster with charm.

After I am sufficiently de-charmed, and ground myself solid again, I just may contemplate applying some of this magic to my own intuitive coaching business!  All that razzle dazzle superficial grandeur is not quite my personality, but hey, the sun is in the sign of Libra now, perfect time to tinker my scales a little.  Who can’t use a bit of magic anyway?!

Ommmm…Mirage volcano show